A/N: Well maybe i should write Sara as a manipulative woman more often got more reviews on that chapter than all the rest. Story is close to being done. And I still havent decided which way to lean...he stays with Alison on the left or he finally sees that he could have so much more with Sara in Vegas on the right. So the next chapter may come a little later. Unless you give me feedback on what you side you think should happen.

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Why aren't you happy? You got everything you've ever wanted

But at the cost of hurting someone that means so much more

Then why'd you do it?

That's something I'm still trying to figure out

The town house was dark and quiet when he walked through the door, thank god for small favours. He gently closed the door, thinking the door latching made a hell of a lot more noise than it did on a regular basis.

"Hey" made him jump more than he had ever in his life, and the laughter that followed stabbed in chest, she wouldn't be laughing if she knew.

And he knew he had to tell her, if he wanted to sleep tonight, she had to know, he wasn't like that. Look where keeping quiet got him before.

"Hey, I thought you were asleep"

"Nope just in the shower"

He nodded and moved to the bedroom depositing his duffel bag on the floor by the door, he would deal with that later, for all he knew he may need it.

"Are you going to make me guess or what?" he removed his shirt and threw it on the bed

Quit stalling and tell her

What if I don't, two people only know , its not like anything's going to happen from it

You'll have to live with the fact that you're lying to her every day. Can you honestly do that?

"It was good saw familiar faces, caught each other up, they cant wait to meet you"

"And why is that did you tell them I was ugly or something?"

"No they can't believe that I have in a sense settled down, no more partying, I don't drink much"

"You rarely have a beer"

"True, but my shirts have gotten normal, so has my hair"

"Oh that reminds me that store you like in the mall had a buy one get one half off deal so I picked up four shirts I thought you would like"

"Thanks" her being so nice to him made him feel more guilty

"Back to the hair, how wacky did it get?" she was going through his duffel bag, tossing the items into the clothesbasket at the end of the bed.

"I used a lot of product, saved myself some money stopping it"

"Wow, I don't think I've ever heard you say that before"

"Say what?"

"You're saving money, for what?"

"Nothing" he was glad he had taken the diamond out and locked it in the car's glove box, the only place she didn't go

"Tell me" she stopped her task, placed her arms around him and kissed him

"I'm not saving for anything" he blushed but held onto her just a little longer, before she pulled away and finished her task.

"I'm going to the kitchen you want anything?"

"No I'm gonna crawl into bed and sleep the night away"

"Alright" she watched him get into bed, pulling the covers up to his chin

"I never asked but how's your mom doing?"

"Better not out of the woods completely but the doctors are hopeful but thankfully the judge finally saw she was harmful to others"

"So she going into a mental facilty?"

"You betcha, which should have happened sooner, but both my sister and brother are there and I ,know why I only go home for Christmas too much drama" she left the bedroom intent on finding something to help quench her thirst, when she noticed something lying on the floor by the door.

Upon further inspection, she saw it was a letter folded once in half, looking behind her to make sure he was in fact in bed, she picked it up, opening and reading the contents.

Greg
Thank you for last night, I'll hold onto that night forever. You were better than I imagined.

Love Sara

What exactly did that night entail?

"Greg" she hollered

"Yes Sweetie?"

"Did you sleep with Sara?"

He was standing in front of her in three seconds flat and saw the letter she held in her hand. He looked down, he should speak up something defend himself or something but what should he say, he was a cheater, and please forgive him?

"Did you?"

"No"

Why the fuck did you just lie, now your chances are shot to hell.

"Why don't I believe you?"

"Because you know when I'm lying?" he tried to make light of the situation, he really didn't do serious

"Why lie Greg?"

"Because"

"Why

"I didn't want to loose what we had going"

"Whatever we had going ended the minute you kissed her" she walked by placing the note on his chest with her hand. Making sure he caught it before she walked away. The slamming of the bedroom door told him, he lost the battle. But he wasn't about to give up.

"Al open the door" he tried the handle finding it locked

"Go away Greg, I don't care where you go just go"

"I'm not going any where, we need to talk about this"

"You slept with another woman, what else is there to talk about?"

"Please babe" he sank down to the floor, his back against the door

The door opened, seeing as his back was against it he went down into lying position and stared up.

"Move, I'm hungry and your little letter stopped me from doing so" she walked over him into the kitchen busy preparing herself a sandwich (of what you can make up, had a craving for BLT's lately)

It took him a few seconds but he followed her, and watched her a few moments before speaking.

"Can we talk as you prepare"

"Okay, let's see how much planning went into this excuse"

"It's not an excuse, I really am one hundred percent confused as to how I slept with her"

"Well if you don't know how to have sex by now, you're pretty good at faking it"

"No, that's not what I meant, One minute we were talking, I was telling that I couldn't be with her, I was with you, then I was comforting her while she was crying and then…it all really blended together and I woke up beside her naked and wondered what the hell had happened"

"So you're saying she drugged you?"

"No I don't know there was no way of doing that, I didn't have anything to drink – wait yes I did, but I got it myself and didn't drink out of it after she came back"

"Way to go, you have officially exhausted that excuse"

"What do you want me to do?"

"Nothing because that's exactly what I can do, nothing"

"What do you mean you can't do nothing?"

"Exactly that, kicking you out right now is unfair, and childlike, letting you stay is telling people that I'm a pushover"

"Three people know about this incident, that's all that has to know"

"Maybe, but I can't trust you"

"If I can win back your trust we can work things out"

"No" his face fell, why did this feel so much worse than when he had left Vegas the first time?

"What?"

"We stay together, and you give me reasons as to why I can trust you again consider your self on probation"

"But this is kept on the down low right?"

"Yes"

"Thank you, I love you so much"

"Greg"

"Yes?"

"Don't ever do that again"

"Because you're a CSI and you know how to hide me so know one will ever find me right?"

"Exactly"